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First Impressions - Pierre Gasly

You run down the hallway at Alpha Tauri headquarters. A palette of fresh paint in hand to go back to where you started the mural you were commissioned to make for the Formula 1 team. Your gaze stays on the paint to ensure it gets to its location without making a complete mess, but by doing that you don't see the approaching person who isn't paying attention as well. Suddenly you bump into the man, your palette flipping right onto his white Alpha Tauri shirt. You gasp before going into action to remove the palette from his shirt, "I'm soooo sorry I wasn't looking and now I've ruined your shirt" you exclaim, convinced that you'll get fired. The man chuckles, "it's okay, this shirt was too plain as it was" he says making you smile shyly, "I'm Y/N" you murmur while holding out a hand, "I'm Pierre, it's very nice to meet you" he replies making your eyes widen in realization. "Shit, of course the first time I meet you is when I throw paint at you" he laughs, the sound echoing around the empty hallway, "it's a great story to tell" you giggle, "you've got a point, but I'd rather tell people that it was in a more graceful manner" he smiles making you do the same.

"Can I ask why you had paint with you in the first place?" you light up at the question, "I'm making a mural kinda thing for the team, do you want to see it?" his immediate nodding makes you quickly pick up the now messy palette and lead him to where you already started the piece. You hold out your arms when the two of you turn the corner, "ta-da!" his expression brightens at your work in progress, "wow it's magnifique" you smile while looking at the artwork as well. "Merdre" Pierre mutters making you look over, he's looking down so you notice the paint now on his shoe, probably from the collision earlier. You dart to the paper towels nearby, rushing over to the French driver, who looks up in surprise, "it might help" he smiles thankfully and takes the roll from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours for a split second.

You watch him crouch down to gently wipe away the paint, leaving the shoe basically looking brand new. When he stands up you attempt to hold in a laugh, seeing that his paint filled shirt must've swiped by his jaw at some point. "Voila!" He exclaims, you nod while biting your lip, he must notice the change in your expression because he lifts a questioning eyebrow, "you got some paint..." you say while pointing toward your own jaw. He brings a hand up to feel around for the wet paint, but just makes it worse by smudging it. You sigh and tug some paper towels off the roll he's still holding getting the majority of the paint off. That's when you realize how close you're standing to Pierre, who is watching intently while you wipe away the remainder of the art supply. As you lower your hand you look into his blue-grey eyes, captivated by his gaze and not realizing that his face is inching closer to yours until your phone starts ringing. You gasp in surprise jumping slightly at the loud noise in the previously silent space, "I should get that" you mumble before stepping away from the driver, chastising yourself for getting caught up in a moment that you may or may not have been imagining. You answer the call while facing your half finished mural, not wanting to face Pierre and the prospect that this first impression might've gone a little too well.

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The day of the mural unveiling finally comes and you're more nervous than you have ever been. You pace outside of the headquarters, the silky dress you're wearing catching the lights shining down onto the sidewalk. "Y/N?" you stop pacing at the sound of your name, you look up and see Pierre, "are you alright?" he asks while walking over, you nod trying to push down your nerves, "yeah, just slightly freaking out" you reply. "You shouldn't worry, it looks spectacular Y/N, and as do you in that dress" he exclaims making you blush and turn to hide your red face, "Pierre stop" you mumble, thinking that he left until he takes your hand gently. You look up at the gesture, a smile present on his face, "the prettiest girl here and you can't take a compliment from a guy who is never in one place for longer than a week" you bite your lip, while looking into his eyes, "we can't" he steps closer and squeezes your hands, "why not?" you lower your gaze, noticing the shirt he's wearing under his blazer for the first time. You smile bringing your hand to the now dry shirt, "I thought you threw the shirt away" you say avoiding is question, he places his hand over yours, "i've grown to like it, a really nice yet clumsy artist made it" he replies making you laugh, "should I autograph it?" he chuckles, "maybe later, but right now I really want to kiss you" the silence that follows his statement doesn't last long once an Alpha Tauri employee comes outside. She tells you that everyone is ready with instructions for you to follow but your gaze stays on Pierre, even when she brings a hand around your arm to tug you inside.

Once everyone who is crowded in the space in front of the mural has seen the piece, you get pulled into several different conversations asking if you've made anything else. Throughout the conversations you can't help but think about Pierre, your eyes unconsciously looking for him amongst the crowds of people in the room. You finally get a moment to yourself, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you go to find a quiet corner of the room, where you slip off your heels while leaning against a wall. As you relax against the cold concrete you spot Pierre talking to a couple, a smile on his face as he speaks, you nearly gasp when his eyes find yours, his mouth quirking up into a smile that was so quick you thought you imagined it. While you scan the crowd a few times your eyes always seem to find Pierre, the lighting acting like a spotlight on the Frenchman.

After getting caught staring again you watch him say something to the people who are surrounding him before he faces you, walking towards you through the crowd. Something in his expression makes you step away from the wall, wanting nothing more than to fulfill his request from earlier. You drop your heels somewhere along the way, your sole focus being Pierre who is smiling at you as the distance closes between you two. Words don't matter as you tug the driver into a kiss, his hand finding your lower back as you shut your eyes to fully get immersed into him. Whistles ring out making you pull away to see everyone watching the embrace, "first impressions are overrated anyways" Pierre murmurs into your ear while bringing you closer, "I agree, plus I don't even work here officially so we're off the hook " you reply and he smiles leaving you breathless once again. "This commission had the best payout" he chuckles and slides a hand into yours before breaking out into a run, tugging you out of the building, giggles echoing into the night air as you follow the Frenchman to what you hope is an amazing adventure, now and in the future.